Long Island, inside a luxurious villa.
A White man in his fifties sat on a sofa, incessantly pressing the remote control.
As the African American female writer Tony Morrison's agent and lover, he felt annoyed as he watched the young Asian writer on the television.
"Why are CBS, ABC, and NBC all broadcasting this matter? Is there really nothing else in the United States to focus on?" he muttered, massaging his forehead.
"Now, African American stars in the film, music, and sports industries have already expressed their anti-discrimination stance through the media."
Tony Morrison picked up her coffee and took a sip, "And yet, as the only African American, female Nobel Laureate in Literature, I do not support Wang, who is also a writer."
She paused, considering which words to use.
After a moment, she slowly said, "This might even make people think that I have betrayed my own race."
